Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of The OC, they belong to FOX. So, uh, don't sue.

A/N: I'm writing this mainly because I wanted to write a Summer/Seth fic to amuse myself and to waste time as I wait for The OC to come back. (Next week, whoo!) I was a little wary of writing Summer/Seth as my first my OC fic because they seem to be all over this site, most very well written at that. But I'm going to try to be original in a somewhat overused storyline. Try, being the operative word. I'm not sure I'll be able to pull it off. Anyway, thanks for taking a look. *g* Any feedback would *really* be appreciated ("") and please let me know if there any inconsistencies.

No One Knows

Seth felt panicked and inadequate as he waited to hear news on Marissa. Summer was still clutched to him. Tears no longer streaming down her face but her eyes were hollowed with sadness.

He watched Ryan stalk in front of him. The frustration bristling from his best friend was intense and a little scary. He felt useless too, Seth realized. He wanted to help but couldn't.

"Seth," the quiet, soft voice didn't sound like Summer's. He looked down at her and was still somewhat shocked to see that she was there, in his arms. She was looking up at him, eyes wide, mouth pulled down in a frown and he wanted nothing else but to kiss her forehead and tell her everything was going to be all right. But he didn't.

He waited for her to continue and she did after she sighed and pulled herself out of his arms. "Can we…walk somewhere?" Seth didn't know how to treat this hesitant, quiet Summer.

He nodded. "Yeah, wherever you want."

Ryan looked over at them as they stood up and Seth said quickly, "We're just going to go walk. Okay?"

Ryan nodded. "I'll go see if there's any more news."

They headed down the hallway of the small hospital and walked towards the garden outside. The night was fresh and Seth thought how unfair it was that the stars were shining so brightly outside when his friend could be—could be dying.

They walked around the garden, that was surprisingly empty and without verbally agreeing to a destination, seemed to find themselves heading towards a bench nearby.

They sat in silence for a while, each not wanting to disrupt this small sense of peace, this quiet.

Seth gave Summer a sidelong look. Her head was back, her eyes closed and her hair was swaying in the wind to an unheard melody. It was poetic. It was beautiful. It was…sick. He was sick. Even now, all he could think about was touching her. It felt wrong somehow in the situation. Wrong to think of anyone or anything besides Marissa.

He looked at her again. This time her eyes were open and those big pools of brown were looking directly at him. "Seth, do you…?" she stopped and looked away.

He took her chin between his hands and turned her back to face him, an un-Seth like gesture but they were both acting out of character tonight. "She's going to be ok, Summer."

"But what if she isn't?" There was anger now beneath the sadness and fear.

"I don't know." Seth sighed feeling completely helpless in the situation.

Summer got up and started pacing in front of him. "We've been friends forever. Coop and I have been through everything together. We got our first manicures together and our first bikini wax, which was a nightmare. And she's like, my best friend. She can't die. What would I do, Seth? What would I do without her?" she said the last quietly, dejectedly.

Seth got up then, and wrapped his arms around her. He didn't offer any more words of comfort. He just physically let her know that she wasn't alone. That he was there.

He wasn't sure how long they stood outside like that, wrapped around each other but one moment they were alone and the next he could see Ryan and the expression on his face was enough for him to know.

"She's going to be ok," he said again, his voice muffled in her hair. And this time he knew it was true.